"I like you."

I watched as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Jesus, is it really that hard to believe? Maybe Taemin was right. Maybe it's too sudden.

"I like you, too, Minho."

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding as she cracked a smile, giggling softly. Well, damn. Okay, Minho. Breathe, god damn it, and calm down! Ah, who am I kidding? She freaking likes me!

"You do?" I asked.

Woohoo! She likes me! She freaking likes me! Take that, Taemin, you pessimistic brat! Points to Choi Minho for growing a pair and  confessing. Well, I'll be. She likes me, she actually li--

"Silly boy,of course," my internal party was cut off as she laughed, reaching up to pat my head gently, "You're like the little brother I never had!"

"..."

...and cue the sad music.

Brother? A freaking brother? You gotta be kidding me. Damn it, Taemin is so gonna rub this in my face again. Cheeky brat.

I hate to say “I told you so” but, I could see a Little Devil Taemin (with horns and all) perched on my shoulder, smiling smugly, Hah! I told you so!

Why I ought to!

“Minho?”

Huh? Oh, right.

“Noona,” I took a deep breath, shifting from one foot to the other awkwardly, “I like you.. like really like you.”

“Wait, you mean like as in like like me” She squeaked.

Huh. I didn’t know there was another meaning for like. But nonetheless, I nodded.

“I really like you. And uhm..” I coughed, “I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

Well. Talk about awkward. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

“Look, Minho,” I looked up in time to see her sigh and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, “You’re a great guy and all.”

No, no, no, no, no.

“Any girl would be lucky to have you.”

This cannot be happening.

“But I’m sorry.”

Don’t you dare say it!

“I like you, but not like that. You understand, right?”

Ouch. My poor heart. It’s breaking. Oh, the horror! I’m dy—

“But..”

I watched, horrified as the next words escaped , seeming